A Joy To Him To Hear

In the park playground children laugh as they play

The sound of their joy takes him far away

To his own childhood in the far away town

Many Seasons ago when his hair was light brown

Going back the years some seventy plus or so

Time that ages everyone has since become his foe

Of the friends of his childhood few living today

Memories of what was only with him does stay

The hair on his balding head is silver gray

Nobody grows younger only true to say

But the laughter of children reignites in him the joy

Of the games that he played with his young friends as a boy

The laughter of children always a joy to him to hear

In time it does take him back many a year.